change, Coping, Loss, Love, Regret

HOW FAR

In the hills of Sierra de los Padres
A bus slid off – a muddy roadway
And rolled and rolled without a skid
And left a kid – alone – on Sunday

She drove from church with laughing niños
And dropped them off – uno por uno
While el hijo stayed home and waited with papá
In the llora of rain on the edge of Negro

Madre de mi amor

I now live north with frozen rain
Draw my bow – slow – from Domingo’s pain
When I was young – and roads – húmedo
Madre de mi amor

How far must I go

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Loss

Yet Still

yet still

Sweet perfume stains and pains

      memories dancing across our bedroom

 

Pink sunrise sighs and cries

      when your cool pillow whispers secrets blue

 

Black coffee steams and dreams

      when your brown eyes orbit around my gloom

 

 

Dead leaves crunch when

      I walk

            placing flowers by your grave

 

I hear tenors wail

      but know

            you’re still singing to be brave

 

 

Sweet perfume stains and pains

      memories dancing across my bedroom

 

I can’t see you

      yet still

 

I can’t hear you

      yet still

 

I will always feel you

      until

            my pillow whispers something blue

 

 

Yet still …

 

Unitl …

 

 

 

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